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the impulse, and finally, letting myself learn to let someone in.
Chapter Five:
A S I REACHED MY HANDS DOWN TO LAWRENCE’S PANTS, he took my wrists again, and held them at my sides. In that moment, it was like the bass dropped and the world paused at the same time. I hadn’t realized how much Lawrence had wanted me before. Inside, I’d still thought there was a possibility that maybe; just maybe, he was playing a game with me, just for the sake of having something to do. I hadn’t understood why a man like him would want a girl like me, but there was no mistaking the look in his eyes as something more than mere lust, but as desire.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Kim?” he whispered into my ear, but with a voice so sexy, how was I supposed to say anything other than...
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” I whispered back, wriggling my wrists, trying to get loose to get Lawrence out of his pants, but he kept his grip tight. Chuckling, he gave me a kiss on the cheek before pulling himself up again, so he was on his knees, between my legs.
“Kim, if we’re going to have sex, there’s something you have to realize,” he said, pressing my wrists now to my sides. His grip was firm but I trusted him, knowing if I told him to stop, to let me go, I would be released as quickly as possible.
“What is it?” My heart skipped a beat. Did he have a wife I hadn’t found out about? Did he have girls in every city? Did he have an STD, or was he having second thoughts? This was the waking nightmare that had run through my head at the frat house when I couldn’t sleep.
“I’m a control freak, Kim, and that means that I like to have command of a situation...even in the bedroom,” he said, and I laughed. “What’s so funny?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, which just made the situation even funnier as he released my wrists. I could still hear the music playing down by the dance floor, even from up in Lawrence’s box, the music’s rhythm drowning out the beating of my own heart. If I couldn’t have felt the beat straining against my bra’s cup’s crux over and over, I would have sworn I’d flat lined.
I took his tie in my hands, not bothering to turn it over to see the brand, already recognizing the pattern as Burberry due to the placement of the plaid’s stripes, and pulled him close to me, close enough to feel his breath against my skin. “This isn’t the bedroom, is it?” I teased, desperately needing him but not exactly about to get down on my knees and beg for him to give me an old fashioned dicking.
“You tease,” he growled, pulling away, and pressing my shoulders down, but my hands were still free, and I ran them through his hair, unable to resist looking into my eyes and imagining myself jumping into them, loosing myself in the abyss of his pupils as his icy irises closed around me, an icy prison, keeping me inside of him, in a different sort of owner’s box, as black and discreet as the one we were in, but different nonetheless.
“You’re so cute when you don’t get your way, Lawrence. You have no idea how fun it is to know that there’s a billionaire who wants nothing more than to have me, who could have anyone but who has been playing it cool and safe so as to not scare me off, who finally, is so close to having me, but is being kept on edge,” I said coolly, even though I knew my cheeks were bright pink and giving away my true emotions. I wasn’t used to being so open and honest around people, but Lawrence was different, and I wasn’t about to pretend I didn’t want him. I knew he could read me like an open book but that wasn’t about to stop me from denying what I felt for him, at least with my words, if not with my body language, and with the language spoken by my body.
“You have no idea how much I want you, Kim,” he started, and then he changed his tone. “You have no way of knowing, that is. Maybe I don’t want you. Maybe I just like this game.” He
Chapter Five:
A S I REACHED MY HANDS DOWN TO LAWRENCE’S PANTS, he took my wrists again, and held them at my sides. In that moment, it was like the bass dropped and the world paused at the same time. I hadn’t realized how much Lawrence had wanted me before. Inside, I’d still thought there was a possibility that maybe; just maybe, he was playing a game with me, just for the sake of having something to do. I hadn’t understood why a man like him would want a girl like me, but there was no mistaking the look in his eyes as something more than mere lust, but as desire.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Kim?” he whispered into my ear, but with a voice so sexy, how was I supposed to say anything other than...
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” I whispered back, wriggling my wrists, trying to get loose to get Lawrence out of his pants, but he kept his grip tight. Chuckling, he gave me a kiss on the cheek before pulling himself up again, so he was on his knees, between my legs.
“Kim, if we’re going to have sex, there’s something you have to realize,” he said, pressing my wrists now to my sides. His grip was firm but I trusted him, knowing if I told him to stop, to let me go, I would be released as quickly as possible.
“What is it?” My heart skipped a beat. Did he have a wife I hadn’t found out about? Did he have girls in every city? Did he have an STD, or was he having second thoughts? This was the waking nightmare that had run through my head at the frat house when I couldn’t sleep.
“I’m a control freak, Kim, and that means that I like to have command of a situation...even in the bedroom,” he said, and I laughed. “What’s so funny?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, which just made the situation even funnier as he released my wrists. I could still hear the music playing down by the dance floor, even from up in Lawrence’s box, the music’s rhythm drowning out the beating of my own heart. If I couldn’t have felt the beat straining against my bra’s cup’s crux over and over, I would have sworn I’d flat lined.
I took his tie in my hands, not bothering to turn it over to see the brand, already recognizing the pattern as Burberry due to the placement of the plaid’s stripes, and pulled him close to me, close enough to feel his breath against my skin. “This isn’t the bedroom, is it?” I teased, desperately needing him but not exactly about to get down on my knees and beg for him to give me an old fashioned dicking.
“You tease,” he growled, pulling away, and pressing my shoulders down, but my hands were still free, and I ran them through his hair, unable to resist looking into my eyes and imagining myself jumping into them, loosing myself in the abyss of his pupils as his icy irises closed around me, an icy prison, keeping me inside of him, in a different sort of owner’s box, as black and discreet as the one we were in, but different nonetheless.
“You’re so cute when you don’t get your way, Lawrence. You have no idea how fun it is to know that there’s a billionaire who wants nothing more than to have me, who could have anyone but who has been playing it cool and safe so as to not scare me off, who finally, is so close to having me, but is being kept on edge,” I said coolly, even though I knew my cheeks were bright pink and giving away my true emotions. I wasn’t used to being so open and honest around people, but Lawrence was different, and I wasn’t about to pretend I didn’t want him. I knew he could read me like an open book but that wasn’t about to stop me from denying what I felt for him, at least with my words, if not with my body language, and with the language spoken by my body.
“You have no idea how much I want you, Kim,” he started, and then he changed his tone. “You have no way of knowing, that is. Maybe I don’t want you. Maybe I just like this game.” He
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